Paris warn't cold, merely misty-- the sun lacked enough muscle to push aside the clouds-- leaves were fallin', their constellations coppery-gold against an asphalt sky...
an' t'were easy to wander fer blocks an' blocks, peering in the windows.
Flower shops abound...unless every garret inhabitant takes home fresh flowers,
how do so many petunia shops sell enough to pay that high priced rent??
Not golf ball soaps--white chocolate!
Chocolate acorns, mushrooms.....
Antiques an' art....
For PamOKC of the Project Runway SnarkStation....
The Shrine of Bread!
A study in contrasts-- The Ballet Flat an' the Stiletto, de rigueur in every French Femme arsenal--er, closet.
Squid whisks, Eiffel cheese graters, kitty lint brushes--who can resist the whimsey of Pylones?
If groceries are this beautiful are ya happy wif' less? Or do ya reckon the temptation is to spend more on vittles? Aunty be charmed that small grocers treated their shelves like canvases.
Run run, fast as ya' can, ya' cain't catch me I'se the Gingerbread Man...
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Paris themed blogs I visited before mah trip include:
My French Country Home
Dorrie Greenspan in Paris
Carla Loves Photography